Glass of Water, Postcard of Virginia Woolf, String, Rose Branch, Sellotape, Coloured Door Curtain, Converse Boots, White Curtain, Virginia Woolf Collected Works Paperback Book, Pitch Pipe,
Virginia eight letters I almost know. Virginia an associate alphabet. Virginia Woolf a title and book.
I opened the window to let Virginia in and to breeze the ribbon door curtain hanging in the center of the space. I removed my clothes, except converse boots, and used saliva to place and hold a postcard of Virginia Woolf onto my forehead. I stand holding my clothes in my arms. I retreat to the back of the space and sit with Woolf's collected works. I dress in trousers and remove the postcard from my forehead. Unusual rituals are performed with the door curtain, one ribbon is placed in a glass of water, the curtain is lowered and raised to the ground aided by the single note of a tuning pipe, the curtain is cut. The white material covering the window (another curtain) is torn from the wall and placed over my head, as a ghost I recite the Alphabet with Virginia. I drop the glass from the window to the street below and proceed to repeatedly throw the collected works to the ground.
Performed at Plymouth Arts Center, as part of In the Flesh Festival at Plymouth Barbican - curated by Mark Greenwood, a RED APE Event.
Photographs by Bean
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